My mother wrote this poem. It was published in the Gospel Herald on May 14, 1968.
Thanksgiving
These are the things I am thankful for:
Footprints all over the clean kitchen floor,
Fingerprints smudged on the window pane,
A thin film of dust from a lively game,
Dolls on the sofa, books on the chair,
Signs of activity everywhere.
You wonder at this? Then let me explain,
Our child who was sick, is well again.
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